Hey all! Sorry it took me so long to get this one out, I'll try to work on the next one quicker. School just started so I'm working on that as well. So just something that I'm hoping will wet your appetites for the next one!

Chapter Two: Things Keep Getting Weirder…

THEN:

"Well, He didn't last very long in Hell. It seemed that he was challenging me every other day." Saetan grumbled a reply, as he went over to the kneeling angel. "Rise, and tell the others that there is no one to fear."

"Yes, High Lord. It will be as you have commanded." Cass replied and disappeared.

NOW:

The back seat of Dean's '67 Impala contained the two gentlemen that had come through the gate and had insisted on having to ride in the "Coach" that Sam and Dean were riding in. Jaenelle and Lucivar were flying low enough to follow behind them.

"Sir?" Sam turned to ask the eldest of the two men.

"Yes, Prince-ling?" Saetan replied as he turned his head to Sam.

"Why did your son ask you why you were here?" Saetan was looking confused as to why he was being asked that. "Weren't you guys planning on taking over the world to make it suitable for Demons?"

"Boyo, the only reason I would want to 'take over the world,' as you so lovingly put it, would be to get my sons or daughter back." He replied with a stinging glance at his reflection in the rear view mirror. His ring flashed with a slight gleam, causing Sam to look at it carefully.

Sam let that subject drop and Concentrated on what he had found out. There had been much arguing over who would ride in the car and who would fly. Then the youngest one then gave each of the men a look that lead to what seemed like a silent conversation. Finally they had decided to have Lucivar and Jaenelle fly while the others rode in the car.

"Lets Just get back to the Motel." Dean said as he sped his '67 Impala down the stretch of narrow highway that the northern part of the eastern seaboard was famous for. "And then we can figure out what to do about the formal outfits."

"You don't have to worry about those. We have other cloths," The younger of the two replied as he shared an amused look with the man sitting next to him. "You won't have to worry about that. What will you do when you get us to where we're going?"

"We're going to contact an old friend of ours. He might be able to help with this problem." Sam replied, looking strait ahead to avoid looking at the men in the back, as much as to avoid Dean's look that said what the hell are you doing.

"What do you do with your selves if you don't serve?" Saetan asked them as they whisked down the highway. "Surely you aren't rogues?"

"Depends on your definition of rogues." Dean replied. "We're more like Buffy than Dog The Bounty Hunter." His smile seemed to though the two men in the back seat off long enough so that they would be able to get to the motel that they were staying in.

"So you two are killers of Demon Dead?" Saetan asked as they walked into the small room that held a bedroom like area, along with a kitchenette, and a dinning area of sorts. The room was not quite as large as one of Daemon's rooms in the Keep, and Jaenelle was looking around them like they were going to attack her any minute. That made the men tense up to make sure the didn't.

"I'll be right back." Dean said as he grabbed a small black device and headed outside.

"Well, then," looking from one Blood to the other, "who's hungry?" Sam asked. "We can get some food from any of the local diners or a fast food restaurants in town."

After some arguing with Dean, Sam packed them all into the Impala and drove to the nearest dinner.

"Order what you would like," Sam replied as they were shown to their seats, and given Menus.

"Why do you not serve in a court?" Daemon asked as he picked out an order and put down the menu.

"What is a court?" Sam asked, curious. "I've never heard about the demons that have been in one. We're always trying to not get killed, and take out the ones that have been possessing humans, as well as trying to bring their boss here." he looked at the man who was looking at him as if he was looking into the soul of Sam.

"What can I get you?" The waitress asked. When they had finished their order, they had ordered almost everything the menu.

"When we get back to the room, I'll have to do something. Would you happen to have a frame?" He asked, looking over Sam's shoulder.

"Why would you need a picture frame?" Sam asked, with a glance over his shoulder to see if Saetan was looking at any one.

Saetan didn't reply, as their food came at that moment. Every one dug in with enthrallment, devouring everything that was on their table. When everyone was done, Sam paid the bill, and then they were back to the Motel.

As soon as they returned to the room, Dean was handed a dogie bag and he sat down to eat it, all the while, he had been looking up information on who had come though the portal.

"Well, there doesn't seem to be any word on who this Jaenelle is. There's no Folk lore, no legends, no nothing on her. The other three, seem to have made their mark in history, but all mention of them is strictly in the Christian Bible." Dean replied though a mouth full of heart attack on a bun.

"Dude, Chew your food first." Sam replied, shaking his head. "They seem to have a different system of rules from where they're from. They asked why weren't we in a court."

"What time frame are they from? The Middle Ages?" Dean asked between bites. "The last time any one 'Held Court' was in the days of King Arthur."

"How old is Jaenelle any way? She can't be more than at 24?" Sam asked as he got a beer out of the cupboard.

"She does look good for her age doesn't she?" Daemon replied as he Took two glasses from the Wine rack that was above the mini Fridge. "By the way," he looked over at Dean. "Why haven't you boyos gone though your birthrights Yet?"

"Our What's yet?" Dean was confused now. He could follow what or who they were, even if they couldn't figure it out; He wasn't sure if he would be able to figure out what they were going on about. "What kind of weird thing is that?"

"'That' would be the beginning strength that you have," He looked at them. "You seriously don't know what you are?" he dead paned.

"We know that we are Hunters of the Nightmares that go bump in the dark," Dean replied, growing defensive. "We are human, and we dont' have any freaky powers."

"So says the boyo who's got Angels on his back from dawn till dusk." Lucivar said as he took one of the glasses from Daemon's hand. "I bet you don't even know how to handle Eryan Sticks." he smirked at Dean's reaction of Glaring.

"I know how to handle any weapon that you can care to show me."

"Really? Care to make a wager then?"

Dean was cautious at excepting any deal that he couldn't see in front of him. "What are the terms?"

Lucivar just grinned. "If you can knock me on my ass with a weapon of my choosing, You dont' have to do the morning training with me and Jaenelle."

"And If I can't?" Dean asked, not liking the look on the winged man's face.

"Then both of you have to Train with the entire court." Lucivar held out his hand. "Deal?"

Dean looked at Sam. Sam was curious as to what Lucivar had up his sleeve, and shrugged back at Dean.

"Deal." Dean replied and shook the other's hand. "By the way, How was it that they couldn't see your wings in the Dinner?"

"I used a White sight Shield."

"A what?"

"Stop doing that to the Princelings. I have what I need for the Ceremonies, Daemon." Jaenelle replied as she reached out and tugged the two away from her husband and her brother. "This way please." She replied, leading them to the table that was set up like some of the alters that they had seen in some of their hunts.

"What is this?" Sam asked as he recognized most of the herbs that were spread about.

"This is a Dark Alter, a make shift one at any rate. This will allow you to touch what power you have inside of you, and bring it out into solid form." Jaenelle replied as she called in a knife that had a nicely honed edge to it.

The brothers tenced as they saw the knive, ready to leap from the table and grab their own knives from under their pillows where they hid them.

"I just need a bit of your blood to place in this challace," She deminstrated by cutting her own wrist, and then holding it over the gobblet that she had gotten from somewhere, she let her blood flow into it. "This is something that you each will have to do alone. There will be no calling on each other for help, and nothing will be the same ever again."

The brothers watched the blood flow out of her wrist, and into the gobblet with a sick fasination, as if something inside answered a strange song, something just out of reach. For Dean; it was searching for his favorite casset tape only to touch empty air. Sam was trying to touch the picture of his girlfriend only to find it not there.

"Each of you will drink from this challase and decend into the Abyss, to claim your power. Only go as far as you can, nothing more, nothing less," She carefully moved over to where Dean was sitting and used the knife that she had to cut into the palm of Dean's hand. With a morbid curiosity, he let his own blood drip into the cup, letting it mix with Jaenelle's. "Drink." When She had determined that it had been the proper amount of time to mix. Dean almost refused then and there that it was far enough, but those strange Sapphire Eyes looked at him again and he downed the Blood. She repeated the prossess with Sam, and then she healed the tripple cuts.

"Was something supposed to happ-" Dean started to say when he fell forward, his head almost hitting the table, until a pillow was placed there. Barely a second had passed before Sam was caught in the same mannor, their healed hands placed on the Table.

"Now all we need to do is wait." Witch turned to the window, and drew the blinds.

"Was it nessicary to have your blood in the Mix, Lady?" Daemon asked his wife, as she took a seat on one of the beds.

"Yes, Prince It was." She replied as she turned her gaze to the two at the table slouched over, and waved her hand, putting up Aural and Psychic shields, as well as making sure that there will not be any sounds that might escape the two. "Their power is much stronger now, and they will need every ounce of it."

Corridors among corridors passed Dean as he walked though a black and white illusion that was growing longer and longer. There was something at the end of the Corridor that he needed to reach but what? What was he looking for? Why not stay where he was. Where he was safe, and serene. Where he could forget about the monsters and demons that were trying to kill him and his brother.

Dean shook himself. It was his job to kill those things. There were others to help him, true, but he didn't' know any other way to live. A small part of him realised that there was something he knew how to do. He knew how to protect, and he knew how to fight. Something that he could use to protect Sam and those that were inocent, the ones that he ended up saving with the kills that he and his brother made.

"Dean," A very familure voice called to him.

"Dad?" Dean would know that Voice any where. "Dad, Where are you?"

"I'm Here," John said from the right. "Come here, I want to show you something..." A door opened up into a room that held a warmish light. "Come rest here with me. That's what you wanted to do right? To Rest?"

"Yeah, but This isn't' how I pictured it." He replied, he was about to enter the room, but something stopped him. How was it that his father knew that he wanted to rest? He had never talked about it before with him.

"How did you picture it?" John said as he walked into the room.

Dean walked to the door and leaned against it. "Differently. With Sam."

"Why Do you want Sam here? Wouldn't you be better off with out him?" John asked as he put some popcorn into his mouth, his attention partially on the television that was showing a James Dean film.

"No, I would wan him here. He's family," Dean walked away from the door and started down the corridor again, getting closer to the end, and his prize. Just as he was about to reach the end of the hall, when a Figure appeared.

"Well well well. What do we have here? Dean back from the Alter. Did Lucivar be good to you? God's Little arend boy?"

"What do you want, Yellow eye?" He asked, ready for a fight.

"You know what I want. Why not give me Sam? It would be easier on you, if you did." Yellow eyes came up to Dean and then leaned on him. "You know it would. Deep down you know that it would be, no little brother to worry about when you're on the job, nothing to distract you."

"Really?" Dean looked at the demon before him, waiting for a moment, before socking him in the stomach. "That was for my mother's death and all the deaths that you have caused in the past centuries." Another blow to the stomach, one to the legs, one to the chest. Then He started to pass him.

"The one thing you should know is never turn your back on an enemy!" The demon replied getting in front of Dean and puched him across the face, in the stomach and in the back of the head.

"I Killed you once, I can kill you again." Dean said as he crawled up to the end of the hall, and found a box there. The lock was rusted, as well as the hinges, making it easy to break open and take what was found. A large Ruby the size of his palm.

"That's not for you boy. That's for the big boys." Yellow eyes grabbed his hand making him let go of the jewel, and spinning him around. The demon pinned Dean on the wall with a spike that he had picked up from the floor, and stabbed Dean's hand, Making him cry out in pain. "You were always too weak to lead, Dean."

"Really? Then I guess you won't be expecting this then?" Dean replied, removing the spike and shoving it into the Demon's skull. The demon desintigrated with out a trace.

Picking up the Jewel, he felt it in his palm, and placed it in his pocket. He followed the Exit sign out side.

Sam, how ever, was facing something else entirely.

"You Didn't avenge me, Sam."

"I didn't have to, you said not to." Sam replied to his mother's sobs.

"I said that?" The anger and sadness drove him to the wall, making it crack behind him.

"Yes," He said weakly. "You did."

"Then why are you here?" Her voice shifted subtly. "Why won't you avenge me?"

"Let me help you," He replied standing up, holding his hand out to her. "Please?"

"I don't need your help! I'm Fine here!" The blood seeped sluggishly from the wound in her stomach.

"Mother, Please?" Sam asked again holding out his hand.

The woman turned to him and shoved him harder into the wall that was right beside him. The blood flowed from three different spots on his hands and wrists. He had to get to the chest that was behind his mother. He was sure that was the key for him and for her. "Why can't you just die?"

"You don't' mean that mother," Sam replied as he got up again. "Just let me get what I Need out of that box and you will be better."

"No I won't! You'll be just like those fools at Briarwood!" She sobbed. "My own son!"

Sam had manged to slip by here, and grabbed the box, which came apart in his hands. There was a medium-large ruby, it felt alive and pulsing. "Mother, Please just touch this," He begged her. He didn't' want to hurt her.

"No, I won't touch that Jewel!" She yelled and ran from him. It was a short chase as she was caught by the wrist and then the Jewel placed on her skin. His mother exploded in a shower of white light. The exit was quite close. As he opened the door to the outside world, he looked back once, and then proceed out the door.

When they came to, they were at the table still with the herbs and challase infront of them. Feeling the weight of something in their hands, each brother looked at the single red ruby that lay in their palms.

"Congradulations. You are now Red Jewelded Warlord Princes. You will be trained in Proticall, weapons, and buisness." Jaenelle came over to stand at the table where the other three males were already standing. "You might want to rest up, you still have training with Lucivar tomarrow morning. Good Job boys."

Well Hope you liked this Chapter! As for some of the reveiwers, the question about before/after Purge will be answered in the next one. Stay tuned for another exciting chapter with Lessons from Lucivar, or Why not to piss off an Ebon-gray Jeweled Eryan.